Freedom
Normally I like to write my poems in the Doric, this one takes on a different slant. I wanted to express how it feels to look out upon a wind farm every single day, how they dominate the sky-line and views. Freedom Freedom to look at the sky, to watch the geese fly by, Freedom to want green fields, to want wildlife to thrive, Freedom to want meadows not ripped apart by machines, Freedom to speak without fear of attack, Freedom to question dubious claims, to know all the facts, Freedom from spiel…continue reading →